Lyrics - Naxos
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Lyrics - Naxos
BEETHOVEN, L. van: Egmont / Ah, perfido / March in F major, WoO 18 / March in F major, WoO 19 http://www.naxos.com/catalogue/item.asp?item_code=8.557264 8.557264 [2] No. 1 Die Trommel gerühret! Texts: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) The drum beats! Die Trommel gerühret! Das Pfeifchen gespielt! Mein Liebster gewaffnet dem Haufen befiehlt, die Lanze hoch führet, die Leute regieret. Wie klopft mir das Herz! Wie wallt mir das Blut! O hätt’ich ein Wämslein, und Hosen und Hut, O hätt’ich ein Wämslein, und Hosen und hut! The drum beats! The pipe blows! My beloved, armed, leads his men with lance held on high he rules the people. How my heart beats! How my blood stirs! Oh that I had a doublet and hose and hat Oh that I had a doublet, and hose and hat! Ich folgt’ihm zum Tor aus mit mutigem Schritt, ging durch die Provinzen, ging überall mit. Die Feinde schon weichen, wir schießen darein. Welch Glück sondergleichen, ein Mannsbild zu sein, welch Glück sondergleichen, ein Mannsbild zu sein! I would follow him out through the gates with cheerful step go through the provinces, go everywhere with him. The enemy retreats, we fire at them. What matchless happiness, to be a man, what matchless happiness to be a man! [5] No. 4 Freudvoll und leidvoll Full of joy, full of sorrow Freudvoll und leidvoll, gedankenvoll sein; langen und bangen in schwebender Pein; himmelhoch jauchzend zum Tode betrübt; glücklich allein ist die Seele, die liebt. Full of joy, full of sorrow, thoughtful – longing and anxious in uncertainty and pain – rejoicing to high heaven and grieving to death, happy alone is the soul that loves. [9] No. 8 Melodrama Melodrama Süsser Schlaf! Du kommst wie ein reines Glück ungebeten, unerfleht am willigsten. Du lösest die Knoten der strengen Gedanken, vermischest alle Bilder der Freude und des Schmerzes; ungehindert fließt der Kreis innerer Harmonien, und eingehüllt in gefälligen Wahnsinn, versinken wir und hören auf zu sein. Sweet sleep! You come as a pure joy most willingly unsought, not implored. You loosen the bonds of painful thoughts, you mingle all images of joy and of pain; the circle of inner harmonies flows unhindered and, swathed in pleasing delusion, we sink into oblivion and cease to be. [13] Ah! perfido, Op. 65 Text: Pietro Metastasio (1698-1782) Ah! Faithless one Ah! perfido, spergiuro, barbaro traditor, tu parti? e son questi gl’ultimi tuoi congedi? ove s’intese tirannia più crudel? Va, scelerato! va, pur fuggi da me, l’ira de’ Numi non fuggirai! Se v’è giustizia in Ciel, se v’è pietà, congiureranno a gara tutti a punirti! Ombra seguace! presente, ovunque vai, vedrò le mie vendette; io già le godo immaginando; i fulmini ti veggo già balenar d’intorno. Ah no! ah no! fermate, vindici Dei! risparmiate quel cor, ferite il mio! s’ei non è più qual era son’io qual fui, per lui vivea, voglio morir per lui! Ah! Faithless one, perjured, barbarous betrayer, do you leave? And are these your last farewells? Who ever suffered such cruel tyranny? Go, wicked man! Go, run from me, The wrath of the Gods you shall not escape! If there is justice in Heaven, if there is mercy, They will join together to punish you! Pusrsuing shade, present wherever you go, I shall see my vengeance; I already enjoy it in my mind; I see already lightning flashing about you. Ah no, ah no, stop, Gods of vengeance! Spare that heart, strike mine! Though he has changed, I am what I was, Through him I lived, I would die for him! ⓟ & © 2010 Naxos Rights International Ltd. Page 1 of 2 BEETHOVEN, L. van: Egmont / Ah, perfido / March in F major, WoO 18 / March in F major, WoO 19 http://www.naxos.com/catalogue/item.asp?item_code=8.557264 Per pietà, non dirmi addio, di te priva che farò? tu lo sai, bell’Idol mio! io d’affanno morirò. For pity, do not bid me farewell, What shall I do without you? You know, fair beloved, I shall die troubled. Ah crudel! tu vuoi ch’io mora! tu non hai pietà di me? perchè rendi a chi t’adora così barbara mercè? Dite voi, se in tanto affanno non son degna di pietà? Ah crudel, tu vuoi ch’io mora... Ah, cruel one, you would that I stay! Have you no pity for me? Why do you treat one who adores you With such barbarous reward? Tell me if in such trouble Am I not worthy of pity? Ah, cruel one, you would that I stay... ⓟ & © 2010 Naxos Rights International Ltd. 8.557264 Page 2 of 2